Thursday, June 29, 2006

SCARS

SCARSBy John Ross Harvey

To many people Scars give characterBut it really depends on the locationMost people don’t stare at your leg inseamOr your heelWhich is where my large ones areThe heel was from a windshield wiper bladeAs my brother thought it was ok for me to slideThe leg was from a log in a gardenAs I had a paper route in my youthI tended to short-cut lawns to deliver papersAnd I gashed the inside of my legAnd played soccer about an hour laterThe scar was so huge, some kids thoughtMy leg was reattached from an accidentI have another minor scar on my left middle fingerIt reminds me of my first day at my current jobJune 12 1997, the printer jammedI reached in to fix the jam, and ripped my top knuckleI still have the triangle to remind meThe next finger over has a round scar on the fingertipExacto blade in Architectural model classArchitecture were regulars in the nursing stationThey saw my blood and said“Architecture model class?”My kids have scars tooMy son cut his chin when he fell with a baby bottle years agoMy daughter crawled into my old computer deskAnd has a mark on her foreheadWithout scars, life would need better reminders.